Monday, February 22, 2010

howdy every woggie and meow meow'sso .. . .let ush tell you about our little "situation" that happened last week now we know our angel brofer chico had a hand in thish but let ush tell you from the beginningso . . . . last week sometime we had a weally bad cold front come in now you guys must understand that the weather here in houston is completely unpredictable around these monthswe can be welaxing at the beach in the morning and by sundown it could be in the 30's so . . . . one night last week as we were deep in our pibble dreams of fields of liver tweats and trees that grow stuffies we kept hearing a whimpering coming from outside our windownow we got up and sniffed around our room and the living room but eventually went back to snuggle with our mommish . well a wittle while later we heard it again.and it sounded weally shad and kinda like whatever it was was scared or in pain or SOMETHINGso mommish got up cause she knew then that she was not imagening thish and she gets her jammy coat on a flashlite and takes the brinkster with her to investigate outsidenow mind you thish ish like 3 in the morning and it is freezing doggy bones outside. so here we go to investigate thish wimperingwe come outshide and hear nothing.we start looking around and find nothingjust as we were going to head back inshide we hear it again. its coming from the side of the house where the trash bin ish . so we takes a sniff around and look what we sheethish little furball was curled up in a wittle ball shivering and shaking trying to hide from the freezing wind between the trash bin and out wall. mommish of course picked him up and took him inside and started to check him out. he was vewy malnourished , you could definately feels his wittle ribs and had several wounds as if he'd had some encounters wiff some woggies in the neighborhood and he had wittle puppy teeth. mommish gave him some food of course and he gobbled it righ up. he had no tags , no collar, no nothing to give ush a clue as to where he came from.so we decided to gives him a nice place to stay during the nitey nite

ash you can see lucky was happy to share her wittle cave wiff him and even was kind enuff to share her favorite toy. she knows whats its like to be hungry , cold and lonely out there on the streets and so she took it upon hersellf to gives him a tour of the pibble kingsdom

so of course we took him to the vet. he was not microshipped , we asked around the neighborhood and no one wanted to claim him or claimed they had seen him or who he belonged too. now as you know we already have 4 pibbles and a lucky chiwi/weeny so its a more than full house. mommish said she sat there and wondered what exactly mr chico was up to. she can just bet her collection of heels on the fact that our angel brofur let this wittle one to our house and told him if he wimpered loud enough he would survive that cold and windy nite.

our pawrents are just softies when it comes to animals.he knew that once found they would'nt turn him away. but what can you do when you have 5 dogs already???

well mr angel chico sir

what mommish says shes' going to have to do ish work a couple of more hours of overtime to pay for more woggie food and extra stuffies and extra boy clothes.

thats what shes going to do

she says that as long as god gives her the strenght to work to provide for homeless woggies then she will do what she has to do.

we decided to name him tiger . cause he looks like a tiger stuffie we had for a long time before

her queen almighty coco chanel decapitated it when she was having one of her "diva moments"

i mean really , could you have turned thish face away on a cold and windy night???????????

I bet that little pup heard about how sweet you pibble kisses are and it headed your way.You pawrents have such big hearts- they must be doggy angels.I know that little tiger baby was so happy to have someone pick it up, love it feed it and wrap it up nice and warm.You are such a wonderfuls familylovetweedles

Well, sometimes we furfolks take charge of things and the two leggers just have to go along with our decisions. I pawsonally think that Tiger (Just like Lucky did before he.) made a really good choice of A Port to come into during a storm. Butt you may need to change your "moniker" from Pittie Pack to Six Pack. I'm just sayin'. Love to you ALL. hehehe

Dawling PibblesYouw momish is an angel and so is youw daddish..that little tigew cub is iwwesistable and We couldn't have tuwned him away eithew..I hope all you sweet pibbles welcome him along wif Lucky. Pleez give youw mommish extwa smoochie kisses fwom us tonight,loveAstapee ess did you get the gwoup pictoowe mommi made of Max's touw gwoup??

Bless you and all of you for giving a sweet little pup a refuge from the storm. What heartless fools could toss out a little puppy like that! what a lucky little cutie pie and you have such big hearts. We are sure your Tiger will have better manners than that Tiger golfer man!! Lots of love from your Anchorage poodle pals! xoxoxo

That is just preciousness! He is sooo cute and pitiful. We would have had to keep him too.Amazing that a little one that small was on the street. ?? Bless his heart.And God bless you for taking him in!

He is the cutest little thing ever! It's easy to see how he could become a part of the Houston Pittie Pack at the blink of an eye. I think Chico knew exactly what he was doing when he put that little guy under your window. Thank you for taking him in :)

Hi Sweet Pibbles, and Little new cuties.I hope all is well at youw house and you'we all getting along.I'm sending special smoochie kisses to you and youw jkind pawentssmoochie kissses and lots of loveASTA

one year later

when i was saved........

Who we is...

hewo all furryends this is guero, the model, coco chanel the queen of the universe, brinks chief and commander of the PTO society, and bella the princess. hope you enjoy our everyday adventures as we enjoy being spoiled pitties.